hey can i tell you secrets?

i repeat the same words before i sleep. constellation, owl, gossamer. constellation, owl, gossamer. they kind of remind me of you.

do you notice that i look at the sky seven minutes longer than everybody else? last night the sky was so starry, and words oozed out of my skin and evaporated in the quiet space and turned into some foreign melody i don't understand: i could not help feeling uncomplicated. i'm really sorry for that.

i poisoned my tea with your summer philosophy. and i have to confess, i've never tasted anything so magical.

and i dream when i'm not sleeping. i dream of a dream when i'm sleeping. i hope you understand.